Today’s poem is about choice, following up on last week’s theme. But instead of the serious lens I took last week, today I’ll be looking at it with a funnier eye.
"For we choose happiness for itself, and never with a view to anything further; whereas we choose honor, pleasure, intellect . . . because we believe that through them we shall be made happy."
-Aristotle
Choice is the most powerful weapon we wield as humans. Through it we turn a probabilistic world into a deterministic one. A tool to make sure that something that “can” happen, actually “does” happen.
No other human invention has forced us to make more choices than has the internet. Through it, we now have access to unlimited choice in food, clothing, shopping, streaming… well… everything actually! And that last one is what I want to talk about today.
Alright, poem starts in 3… 2… 1!
I searched for something thrilling, for a tale of love or war. A new show that could capture me, and leave me wanting more. A cozy night, my couch was set, a binge about to start. A snack in hand, a room so dim, excitement filled my heart. With genres wide and countless plots, I scrolled through every screen. So many options, endless choice, a digital dream machine. And hours passed, my eyes grew tired, yet still, I did not sway. At last, I found my perfect show, and then, I hit “REPLAY.”
That’s it! Thanks for reading edition 170 of Hello Universe.
See you next Tuesday!
So many channels - yet there's nothing to watch! Great poem, Punit. Thank you.
More choices, more confusion